Barren, parched, disease spreads, and the earth is withering.

The team that raided the city of the dead walked through the once-cozy town, where there were no more noisy streets and enthusiastic people, but only groups of decomposing human corpses, a few wild dogs were biting at them, flies and maggots crawling all over the carrion, the stench was coming, and everyone covered their noses and walked around.

Several orcs walked up to the carrion corpses, carefully observing the extent of their decay, speculating on the time of death of these humans, so as to know if the undead legion was nearby.

Thankfully, judging by the level of decay of the corpses, the undead legion was far away, and the team could spend the night in the woods or pastures near the town, and the warriors hadn't had a good night's sleep for a long time.

During the night, the army lit a blazing bonfire, and for the past few days, the warriors had not enjoyed the warmth and security of the flames for a long time. But even if the danger was gone, a brief peace would not allow orcs and humans to sit down for dinner. In the camp, the orcs and humans were in a circle, and even though they had the same goal, the gap between the races was still not bridged.

"Itrieg, I think I need to talk to you. ”

Eshara walked over to the leader of the Hot Springs Castle with two bottles of wine in her hand and sat down. Out of respect, Itreg shifted to make way for Azhara to take a place beside her.

"Archmage, please speak. ”

Itrig responded politely.

"I see, although you joined this team along the way, you only killed the undead and saved your companions in battle, and many times, your blade could save the orc warriors from the slaughter of the undead, but many times you didn't make a move. Why? Please forgive me for being so direct. ”

Azhara said, staring at the hot spring castle lord, his demeanor was graceful and his face was handsome, but Azhara didn't treat the wood elves and orcs separately because of this.

"Orcs are not worth saving. ”

In the face of Azara's question, Itreig also answered directly. The elves' hatred for orcs is even deeper than that of humans, especially in the forests that live in the north, every year, orcs will plunder their villages in groups of three or five, and even kill their people, so every elf will pick up a bow and arrow as soon as they see an orc, and today, it is already a great tolerance to be able to stand and fight with these orcs.

"Well, is humanity worth saving?"

Itreg was shocked by Azhara's answer, because for hundreds of years, everyone knew that Azhara was a human, a light mage, and all he did was to keep human society from crumbling and destroying.

"Humans have coexisted peacefully with elves for thousands of years, they are not aggressive, and they are a kind group. ”

Itreig replied confidently.

"That's because you've seen too few people, you've been nesting in your little northern castle for too long, and today's humans are no longer the humans they used to be, most of the nobles and royal power are corrupt and degenerate, and there may still be righteous and good individuals among ordinary civilians, but they have no room for advancement, and most of the time they are buried in the stream. ”

Aishara took a sip of the red wine in her hand and said with some unhappiness.

"Then why do you want to help humanity, just because you're human yourself?"

Itreg was even more puzzled now.

"This should be a reason, but more because the war itself is a conspiracy, the self-righteous orc of Bloodroar, he thought he had conquered the world, and the world could be ruled by him, but it was not like that at all. ”

Faced with Itreig's bewildered eyes, Aishara explained gloomily.

"Anyone else wants to rule the world?" said Itreig.

"Semorrah. ”

Aishara drank the wine in her glass.

"After this series of changes, I found out. In fact, Semorrah has been planning this war since the day he defected to Bloodroar three years ago, using his dark spells to corrupt the mind of the Great Chief of the Orcs little by little, grasping the weaknesses of Bloodroar's character, constantly stimulating his brutal and reckless personality, and showing Bloodroar a bright future, the future that belongs to the orcs. Bloodroar constantly believed in this dark wizard, but Saimorrah's plan progressed very slowly, because Bloodroar, the great chief of the tribe, was not only a brutal orc warrior, but also a suspicious chieftain by nature, he believed in Saimora and did not believe him, in order not to be covered by Semorrah, Bloodroar cultivated more dark wizards, allowing them to contain Semorrah every day. In short, within the tribe, there is also an unclear entanglement of interests. ”

Itreg listened to Azhara's explanation in confusion, obviously, this war is more complicated than the leader of this hot spring castle imagined, I thought it was a simple orc war, caused by the desire and brutality of the orc chieftain, but now it seems that behind this war, there is another layer of little-known purpose.

"How do you know that?"

But Itreg still didn't believe that the Light Mage had high prestige on the human side and knew everything about the human plan, but how did he know the inside of the orcs?

"The Bloodaxe Clan. ”

Faced with Itreig's question, Aishara simply said one word.

"The orcs?"

"Yes, there are also divisions within the orcs, especially after Bloodroar released the army of the undead, many orcs are unwilling to accept the leadership of Bloodroar, the split Blood Axe Clan and the Frostwolf Clan are two of them, the chief of the Bloodroar Clan, Tucker, is simple and direct by nature, and he told us the true situation of the tribe now. ”

Aishara explained.

"But it's also possible to be a spy. ”

Itreg didn't give up, he still didn't want to believe the orcs, in the consciousness of the lord of this hot spring castle, the orcs will always be a brutal race, even in this joint fight against the undead, this elven lord still does not accept this favor.

"If it was a spy, they would have killed us with a knife that day in the camp, thousands of orc warriors, and we only have three hundred soldiers, they could have killed us and forced any mage to tell the location of the shelter. Itregg, you must get to know the orcs anew. Yes, they have a brutal side, but they also have a simple and upright side, and Abdul-Jabbar is the representative. ”

"Don't mention that orc to me, he keeps my daughter awake at night, and if you don't accept him, I'll stab him to death. ”

Azhara tried hard to persuade her, but Itreg stubbornly couldn't accept the new perspective. For Jabbar, the owner of the hot spring castle is even more hateful, on the one hand, the daughter who has poured all his love into it, and on the other hand, the rough and violent orc. Itreg was furious.

Facing the stubborn Itreig, Aishara sighed helplessly, and the eyes of the two returned to Abdul-Jabbar, who was not far away by the campfire. There, the orc uncle was sitting with his companions, chatting and drinking.